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Nangong Xia was about to talk about Sima Hanling, but he saw that three elders of Yuhua Palace came here. He and Li Yuyun had to salute one by one. Two of the three people here were Qing Yao and Qingyu. The last Nanshan operation was originally responsible for him, so there was a disciple who had an accident, and the two of them had to ask first. Nangong Xia didn't know one of the three, but when she saw Li Yuyun calling her master, Nangong Xia also called her sister.

"You disappeared with your senior sister, so why did you come back by yourself, but you didn't see your senior sister?" Li Yuyun's master Xuanyi asked Li Yuyun. Hearing the other party's tone, Nangong Xia was mixed, and he just shook his head secretly. He didn't say anything more about these things.

"I'm sorry, Master, I failed to take good care of my sister and caused her an accident." Li Yuyun knelt down and cried. Seeing this, Nangong Xia took out Sima Hanling's frozen body and put it on the ground. At this time, Sima Hanling's face was not only pale, but also full of a little relief and a little nostalgia as before.

"Hanling." Xuanyi Taoist. Looking at the frozen proud disciple, she felt very sad. Sima Hanling was extremely talented. If it hadn't been for her physical injury, she would have been the most excellent disciple of Xuanyi Taoist. Even if Sima Hanling was injured, she was still Xuanyi's extremely proud disciple. She never thought that Sima Hanling was about to be injured in her own injury. He died when he improved.

"I failed to take good care of my nephew, but it was my fault." After saying that, Nangong Xiadao folded his hands to salute these generations. After all, Sima Hanling died because of him. Nangong Xia was sad in his heart. In addition, under the influence of Xuanyi Zhenren at this time, his heart was even more depressed. Nangong Xia saw that the people in the hall were looking at him, so he told everyone about the situation at that time. Naturally, Ziling's relationship with Nangong Xia and the fact that the light sword was taken away. He just said that Ziling was a stranger he met along the way and was likely to be a disciple of the demon sect. As for the lost light sword, it was said to be Ziling. Robbed the evil sword. He won't say anything about the light sword.

Although Li Yuyun did not know about the light sword and the evil sword, Ziling called Nangong Xia her younger brother and called her sister, but when she saw that Nangong Xia did not say anything at this time, she just secretly glanced at Nangong Xia and did not say anything.

"Since the result is already like this, Song's nephew should not be too sad. After all, this matter has been going on for many years. We should bury Han Ling well. Let's choose the day of burial three days later." Qingxuan said, he looked at the frozen Sima Hanling and sighed in his heart. Sima Hanling was seriously injured when she first arrived at Yuhua Palace. She had not been cured in Yuhua Palace for many years, which was originally regrettable, but even if she was injured, with her extremely high qualifications and extremely fast speed of practice, she was the people of Yuhua Palace. Especially since the Survive of Xuanbing Cliff, the growth rate of her cultivation was established in Yuhua Palace. Over the years, it has been unmatched. However, at this time, everything scattered with the wind like a dream. Qingxuan shook his head and turned out.

"You two are back from the north of the Yangtze River. The road is far away. You must be tired. Let's take a rest first and go to the back mountain three days later." Qing Yao said, and saw that she stroked Xuanbing with her right hand. The frozen Sima Hanling had been put away by her, and then she turned around and went out. This was originally the Sanqing Hall. It was disrespectful for the disciple's body to appear here. She could not let Sima Hanling stay here for too long.

Seeing that everyone had left, Nangong Xia wanted to turn around and leave, but saw that Li Yuyun wanted to stop talking and seemed to have something to do, so she asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Li Yuyun bowed her head and thought about something. When she heard Nangong Xia ask herself, she was slightly shocked. Then she took a look at Nangong Xia and lowered her head and said, "No, it's nothing. I'll go to see Master first. Uncle Nangong, you can also go to see your uncle." After saying that, she stepped out.

Let's say that in this Xianxia Valley, it is the time when the flowers are brocade and the butterflies are dancing. Many fog in the valley sometimes gathers and sometimes floats away, which is no different from when Nangong Xia left. However, Nangong Xiayue felt more desolate when he was close to his master's residence. Finally, he saw that the weeds on the road were so high that they could not even find the road at all. Nangong Xia couldn't help speeding up his pace.

"Master, are you there?" Nangong Xiadao, but he shouted in the bamboo house for a long time without hearing any reply. Nangong Xia went forward and pushed the door, but the door fell inward under his gentle push. A dust web fell. Nangong Xia waved his hand to drive it away. He fixed his eyes and found that the house had been abandoned for a long time. Nangong Xia looked at another room. The house has also been abandoned like the first one, including the kitchen, and there are even some black rice in the rice jar.

Obviously, it has been uninhabited for a long time, and Nanzhongxia turned to Wangchen Cliff. At that time, his master Qingyi often fought with the Qinghui Taoist who lived in Wangchen Cliff. He was not here, and it was very likely that he would go to Qinghui to fight against him.

The mountain road is still the same, and the light wind helps to blow away the fog in the mountains, but the humidity is still extremely heavy.

On the stone platform of Wangchen Cliff, Qinghui sat alone in front of the stone table. At this time, he was fiddling with calculations. Nangong Xia did not look up when he came here. Seeing this, Tonggong Xia stood beside himself, which was inconvenient to disturb him.

After a long time, the Qinghui messed up the calculation, and then shook his head and said, "Old, old, you can't even calculate this." After saying that, he looked in the direction of the main hall of Yuhua Palace. First, he sighed, and then he was silent for a long time.

Seeing that he no longer counted, Nangong Xia folded his hands and said, "Disciple Nangong Xia has met his uncle."

"Alas." Qinghui sighed gently, and then said, "Since your task has not been completed, why are you coming back?" He looked at the main hall of Yuhua Palace with deep eyes and did not turn his head to look at Nangong Xia, even at a glance.

"Disciple Re Sima Hanling died in vain. It was the disciple's fault, and I also asked my uncle to punish him." Nangong Xiadao finished speaking but was sitting in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

After looking at Qinghui for a long time, he turned his head and looked at Nangong Xia and said, "Forget it, forget it. This is also her fate. I don't blame you." After saying that, he looked at his calculation, and then shook his head and said nothing more.

"I dare to ask my uncle, but what's the difficulty?" Nangong Xia asked, since the other party was playing tricks, he obviously wanted to use it to calculate something.

"For many years, I have thought that the art of occupation has been amazing. I never thought that there are still many things that can't be figured out over the years. What a great irony." Qinghui sighed slightly, and then kept shaking his head and sighing.

"Uncle, the change of heaven is endless. Although it has its own laws, it is difficult to understand. Although Uncle's art of occupation is amazing, after all, he still speculates the way of heaven with the body of mortals, and how can it be calculated all?" Nangong Xiadao, Nangong Xia doesn't know what the other party has done. In fact, Qinghui only calculated Sima Hanling's fortune, but no matter how many times he calculated, Sima Hanling should not be the current situation of early death, but the body has been brought back, and he can't say anything more. Just now, Qinghui was counting the fate of Sima Hanling's afterlife, but the result was blank. Even if Sima Hanling's soul was swallowed up and disappeared, it should not be counted as such a result.

"What you said is reasonable, but it is not completely correct. It is not as difficult to understand as you said, but it is so many changes that you and I can understand it. In this way, it is my appearance." Qinghui shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then looked at Nangong Xia and said, "You're here, but you have something to do."

"Dare to ask my uncle where my master is now. Why is the place where the old man lives unmanned and has been abandoned for a long time? Nangong Xiadao saw that the other party was sorting out the calculation, so he helped the other party sort it out.

"He, he is dead." Qing Huidao, when the calculation had been collected, he took out two chess boxes and a chessboard engraved on the board and gave him a pamphlet.

"How can it be, Master..." Nangong Xia originally wanted to say that Master was a monk, how could he die like this, but soon he thought that his master had no cultivation, which was essentially no different from ordinary mortals. Nangong Xia did not say more, but just put away the chess box chessboard. He opened the pamphlet and read it. This is a chess book, which must be the result of my master's painstaking efforts over the years.

"Before he died, he must ask me to give these to you and say that this thing is not a small thing. You should take care of it and use it carefully." Qing Huidao, speaking of this, he shook his head secretly and thought in his heart whether Qingyi's mind at that time was unclear. This chess was originally a vulgar thing bought for him by Nangong Xia from Xuancheng, and this chess score was just an ordinary vulgar thing.

Qing Hui smiled secretly and no longer thought about it.

"Master loved chess all his life, and I never looked at him on his deathbed." Nangong Xiadao, he held a pamphlet and had mixed feelings in his heart. His sense of existence in Yuhua Palace was not strong, but the master treated him very well. The master not only gave his treasure Yin and Yang easily, but also remembered himself so much before his death. Thinking of this, Nangong Xia carefully put away this pamphlet.

However, after Nangong Xia's master Qingyi's self-cultivation was abolished, he thought of entering the Tao. The pamphlet he gave Nangong Xia before his death would only be a general chess score?! It's just that Qinghui can't see anything wrong with this pamphlet, and Nangong Xia can't see anything.

"Well, in that case, you can worship with me." After saying that, he got up and walked out. Nangong Xia went with him.

Both of them were walking. Qinghui thought that there was something in his heart, and he walked very slowly. Nangong Xia didn't say much when he saw this, so he had to move forward slowly.

At this time, white clouds floated through the sky, and the sun shone from the clouds, so the light changed into a variety of colors, and a beautiful rainbow after the rain. Although it was blocked by the white clouds, the sun was still dazzling. At this time, the sky was extremely blue, and Nangong Xia occasionally looked up and was impressed by its infinite beauty. The breeze blew and brought the freshness of flowers and soil. Nangong Xia took a deep breath and then recalled it. She only felt that this was the most beautiful natural scenery she had seen.

If the white fog hadn't been dispersed by the sun, Nangong Xia would have felt that the Yao Palace Xianque, which was far above the nine heavens, would have been nothing more than that. If he can live here for a long time, even if he doesn't go to find immortals, it will be an extremely wonderful thing, said Nangong Xiaxin.